Shankar walked calmly down the street to his apartment. It had been months since he had heard from Master Heizeltroff. The monkey Simon, from the bar Master Heizeltroff was so fond of, had delivered a multitude of letters as well as several packages of varying sizes. He had hidden each carefully in safe rooms, hidden vaults, and various institutions.

He gave a small groan as he unlocked his door and stepped inside. A light drizzle had begun just as he had made his way up the steps…

The lab was over run. Soldiers had already made their way into the hangar where the new yacht was being built. The carriage house and stables were being combed through as well. From the sounds below they were moments from breaking in to the main doors of the laboratory itself.

Shankar moved quickly around the room, destroying several pieces of correspondence as well as disposing of several vials of one off formulas to dangerous to allow anyone access too. The footsteps coming…

Wil made his way down the hall to one of the suites in what used to be the offices of the bank. It seemed like only a few days before he had been writing the checks to the contractor for these very rooms to be built. The purchase of the bank itself had been no small fee either though he still considered it quite worth the cost.

He sat in the chair by the small desk, dropping his bag of books beside it. The research contained within those books would be of little use to him now.…

I've a question concerning your quest for a full metal broomhandle mauser Wil. Is your desire for one fueled by your need to convert it into a non-firing Han Solo blaster or would you be interested in a full metal airsoft version as well?